Scotley
Hero
Initiaitve Order:
Tau 25
Soulfetter 19
Alarion 11
Raul 6
Brae 6
Undead
Tau takes the briefest of moments to reposition the illumination in the area before beginning another spell. Suddenly bright green acid springs from his hand and flies over to the human zombie, striking it in the chest. Tau makes another motion and the acid flares again briefly, damaging the zombie even more.
SoulFetter sees his arrows punch ineffectively into the undead flesh, and decides to take a different approach. He rushes forward shouldering the Constables in his way aside, drawing his great axe as he moves, and whips the heavy blade around in a whistling arc and felling the melting zombie like a sapling. The chunks of once human flesh freeze as they fall.
Alarion moves up behind Soulfetter, ready to cover Raul should the monk choose to retreat.
Raul maintains his center and scarcely moves as the zombies tear at his flesh. With the healing hand on his shoulder and the sound of his friend Alarion at his back, Raul stands fast and attacks the old goblin woman zombie with his flurry of blows attack. The blows batter the zombie sending out gouts of disgusting gases from beneath the flesh before she topples backward to sprawl in the snow unmoving.
Brae moves up close behind Raul, chanting the words of a prayer. He reaches out and touches his companion, sending healing energies into the monk's body.
A final form shambles into the light. This creature is not like the others. It moves with a shambling gate as well, but with more speed and purpose than the zombies. This corpse is encased in ice a rictus of pain and anger frozen onto the once living man’s features. Tau’s lights glimmer off the ice and it is easy to see how it might be mistaken for armor. The man is dressed in the simple clothes of a tradesman or carter. One of his legs is twisted as if crushed and broken, but he manages to walk on it in his present state. The darkness in the eyes is most disturbing a blackness that is not merely shadow or color, but the absence of light life and energy, pure void. Indeed you feel the very heat of your bodies, the life essence pulled toward those eyes. It moves forward hungrily thirsting for your living heat. It focuses its gaze on Brae as it moves forward. (Soulfetter, Raul, Alarion and Brae each take 10 points of cold damage, DC17 Fort save for half) In a voice like an icy wind the creature speaks. "Priest, you would not help me. Now you must keep me warm." The hatred and malevolence in those words grips Brae's heart like a frozen hand.
OOC: Nice teamwork on that last round. Actions?
Tau 25
Soulfetter 19
Alarion 11
Raul 6
Brae 6
Undead
Tau takes the briefest of moments to reposition the illumination in the area before beginning another spell. Suddenly bright green acid springs from his hand and flies over to the human zombie, striking it in the chest. Tau makes another motion and the acid flares again briefly, damaging the zombie even more.
SoulFetter sees his arrows punch ineffectively into the undead flesh, and decides to take a different approach. He rushes forward shouldering the Constables in his way aside, drawing his great axe as he moves, and whips the heavy blade around in a whistling arc and felling the melting zombie like a sapling. The chunks of once human flesh freeze as they fall.
Alarion moves up behind Soulfetter, ready to cover Raul should the monk choose to retreat.
Raul maintains his center and scarcely moves as the zombies tear at his flesh. With the healing hand on his shoulder and the sound of his friend Alarion at his back, Raul stands fast and attacks the old goblin woman zombie with his flurry of blows attack. The blows batter the zombie sending out gouts of disgusting gases from beneath the flesh before she topples backward to sprawl in the snow unmoving.
Brae moves up close behind Raul, chanting the words of a prayer. He reaches out and touches his companion, sending healing energies into the monk's body.
A final form shambles into the light. This creature is not like the others. It moves with a shambling gate as well, but with more speed and purpose than the zombies. This corpse is encased in ice a rictus of pain and anger frozen onto the once living man’s features. Tau’s lights glimmer off the ice and it is easy to see how it might be mistaken for armor. The man is dressed in the simple clothes of a tradesman or carter. One of his legs is twisted as if crushed and broken, but he manages to walk on it in his present state. The darkness in the eyes is most disturbing a blackness that is not merely shadow or color, but the absence of light life and energy, pure void. Indeed you feel the very heat of your bodies, the life essence pulled toward those eyes. It moves forward hungrily thirsting for your living heat. It focuses its gaze on Brae as it moves forward. (Soulfetter, Raul, Alarion and Brae each take 10 points of cold damage, DC17 Fort save for half) In a voice like an icy wind the creature speaks. "Priest, you would not help me. Now you must keep me warm." The hatred and malevolence in those words grips Brae's heart like a frozen hand.
OOC: Nice teamwork on that last round. Actions?